Seeing Hayasaka dodge, Amamiya Natsuki didn't mind and ordered:
"Bring me the watermelon and feed it to me."
"What did you say?"
Hayasaka Ai raised an eyebrow.
She'd refused to leave, and now he was ordering her around?
"I want watermelon." Amamiya Natsuki stood his ground and looked at Hayasaka. "You don't want to be tortured and interrogated again, do you, Ai?"
Hayasaka Ai: "...How humiliating!"
The Spy Maid clenched her teeth, got up, and went into the kitchen. Reluctantly, she brought out the watermelon, speared a piece with a bamboo pick, and began feeding him.
"It really does taste much better than usual." Amamiya Natsuki smiled as he gave his verdict.
Hayasaka Ai looked at him with disdain. "Don't talk while you're eating."
"What?" Amamiya Natsuki turned to Hayasaka. "Want to be tortured and interrogated again?"
"..."
Seeing Hayasaka swallow her anger and stay silent, Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help smiling.
At long last, he'd found Hayasaka's weakness.
What could he do if she wouldn't listen?
Torture and interrogation would do the trick.
Before long, evening arrived.
"I'm heading out."
Amamiya Natsuki carried his suitcase to the entryway.
"Hurry up and go." Hayasaka Ai waved him off with a disdainful look. "Finally, I'll have some peace and quiet."
Click.
The door closed softly.
Looking at the apartment, suddenly quiet, Hayasaka Ai let out a soft sigh.
Living alone had been comfortable, but now that Amamiya Natsuki had left, the apartment suddenly felt much emptier and lonelier... He'd only just left, and yet she already missed him.
Hayasaka Ai looked at the iron cage on the balcony and murmured to herself:
"I really should have locked the student council president in the cage..."
Seven o'clock in the evening.
Tokyo Airport.
"Senpai! Good evening!"
A middle-school girl with a suitcase stood on